🌙 11:47 PM — Seoul

The city had quieted down.

Lights dimmed. Roads emptied. The noise faded into a soft hum.

But inside two different rooms—

Sleep refused to come.

Jimin lay on his bed, phone resting on his chest.

Screen on.

Screen off.

On again.

Her name stared back at him.

Saved simply as—

Y/n.

He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.

"Why am I overthinking this...?" he murmured.

It was just a message.

Just a simple hi.

And yet—

His thumb hovered over the screen like it meant something more.

Across the city—

Y/n sat by her window.

A cup of coffee long gone cold in her hands.

Her phone placed beside her.

Screen lighting up every few seconds—

Because she kept checking it.

She sighed softly.

"This is ridiculous..." she whispered.

She wasn't like this.

She didn't wait.

She didn't expect.

She didn't... hesitate.

But tonight—

She was.

📱 11:59 PM

Jimin finally sat up.

Took a breath.

And typed.

Jimin:
Did you reach home safely?

He stared at the message.

Read it again.

Almost deleted it.

Then—

Sent.

The moment it left his screen—

His heart reacted faster than he expected.

A pause.

A long one.

Too long.

Then—

Her phone lit up.

Y/n blinked.

Her heart skipped.

Then started racing.

She picked it up almost instantly.

Y/n:
Yes, I did. Thank you for asking 🙂

Simple.

Polite.

Safe.

But something about it—

Made him smile.

💬 The Conversation Begins

Jimin:
Good. I was a little worried.

She stared at the message.

A small pause forming between her brows.

Worried...?

Her fingers moved slowly this time.

Y/n:
You don't have to worry. I handle things well.

He chuckled softly reading that.

Jimin:
I know. I've seen that.

And for a moment—

She froze.

Because suddenly—

She remembered.

The way he looked at her.

Not like others did.

Not like she was just "the manager."

She swallowed softly.

Y/n:
You noticed a lot for someone on stage.

A risky reply.

Slightly teasing.

Slightly... personal.

Jimin leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Jimin:
Maybe I was distracted.

Her breath hitched slightly.

She stared at the screen longer this time.

Because that didn't feel like a joke.

🌸 Minutes Turn Into Hours

The conversation didn't stop.

It didn't feel forced.

It didn't feel planned.

It just...

Flowed.

From simple questions—

Did you eat?
Are you tired?

To softer ones—

Do you always work this hard?
Do you ever take a break?

And then—

Something deeper.

Jimin:
Do you always stay this calm?

She paused.

Because this question—

Was different.

Her fingers slowed.

Her guard... slightly lowered.

Y/n:
Not always.
I just don't like people seeing when I'm not.

Silence.

Not uncomfortable.

But... real.

Jimin read it twice.

Something about that answer—

Didn't feel light anymore.

Jimin:
You don't have to hide it all the time.

Her chest tightened slightly reading that.

Because—

Why did that feel comforting?

💫 A Space They Didn't Expect

Time slipped.

Without permission.

1:12 AM.

Neither noticed.

Y/n:
You're different from what I expected.

He blinked.

Jimin:
Is that a good thing?

She smiled faintly.

Y/n:
I think so.

And somehow—

That meant more than any compliment.

🌙 Ending Scene

The conversation finally slowed.

Not because they wanted it to.

But because reality whispered—

You need to sleep.

Jimin:
You should rest. You've probably had a long day.

A pause.

Then—

Y/n:
You too.
Goodnight, Jimin.

His name.

From her.

He smiled softly.

Jimin:
Goodnight, Y/n.

Phones dimmed.

Rooms fell silent.

But something had changed.

Because tonight—

They didn't just exchange messages.

They shared pieces of themselves.

Small ones.

Careful ones.

But enough—

To make space for something more.

I appreciate your time and support - thank you for being part of this Journey...💜